A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 5

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Reeves and Turner, 1874 - English drama - 414 pages
 

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Page 116 - She should have shone : search thou the book ! Had the moon shone in my boy's face, there was a kind of grace, That I know, nay I do know, had the murderer seen him, His weapon would have fallen, and cut the earth, Had be been framed of naught but blood and death ; Alack, when mischief doth it knows not what, What shall we say to mischief?
Page 54 - twas no dream. No, no, it was some woman cried for help, And here within this garden did she cry, And in this garden must I rescue her. — But stay, what murd'rous spectacle is this? A man hang'd up and all the murderers gone! 10 And in my bower, to lay the guilt on me ! This place was made for pleasure, not for death.
Page 8 - When I was slain, my soul descended straight To pass the flowing stream of Acheron; But churlish Charon, only boatman there, 20 Said that, my rites of burial not perform'd, I might not sit amongst his passengers. Ere Sol had slept three nights in Thetis...
Page 115 - Hecate there, the moon, Doth give consent to that is done in darkness ; And all those stars that gaze upon her face Are aglets on her sleeve, pins on her train ; And those that should be powerful and divine, Do sleep in darkness when they most should shine.] PEDRO.
Page 165 - Did urge her resolution to be such. And princes, now behold Hieronimo, Author and actor in this tragedy, Bearing his latest fortune in his fist: And will as resolute conclude his part As any of the actors gone before. 150 And, gentles, thus I end my play: Urge no more words: I have no more to say.
Page 45 - Let dangers go, thy war shall be with me, But such a war as breaks no bond of peace. Speak thou fair words, I'll cross them with fair words; Send thou sweet looks, I'll meet them with sweet looks; Write loving lines, I'll answer loving lines; Give me a kiss, I'll countercheck thy kiss: Be this our warring peace, or peaceful war.
Page 163 - Haply you think — but bootless are your thoughts — That this is fabulously counterfeit, And that we do as all tragedians do : To die to-day (for fashioning our scene) The death of Ajax or some Roman peer, And in a minute starting up again, Revive to please to-morrow's audience.
Page 119 - Ay, sir, no man did hold a son so dear. Hier. What, not as thine ? that's a lie, As massy as the earth : I had a son, Whose least unvalued hair did weigh A thousand of thy sons, and he was murder'd. Pain. Alas, sir, I had no more but he. Hier. Nor I, nor I ; but this same one of mine Was worth a legion.
Page 148 - Marry, my good lord, thus: (And yet, methinks, you are too quick with us)—: When in Toledo there I studied. It was my chance to write a tragedy: See here, my lords— [He shows them a book.
Page 118 - O ambitious beggar, wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world ? Why, all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of justice, 'tis a jewel so inestimable. I tell thee, God hath engrossed all justice in his hands, And there is none but what comes from him.

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